Quotes from Harlan Coben

I need to search you." He was pretty thorough. I was going to make a joke about him enjoying it or maybe say a boat ride on the Bateau Mouche would be nice before he felt me up, but I wondered about the French sense of humor. Wasn't Jerry Lewis an icon here? Maybe a sight gag would be more appropriate.

Good things are rare. They are to be cherished because they always leave us too soon.

I might be good at what I do, but despite the fact that King's Cross station is indeed where Harry Potter headed off for Hogwarts, I do not possess an invisibility cloak.

We have a tendency to believe good things will last forever. It is in our nature.

So even if I didn't wield the weapon that smashed my son's beautiful being into the mangled mess I found on that awful night five years ago, I didn't stop it either. I didn't do my job as his father. I didn't protect him. Guilty or not guilty of the actual murder, it is my fault and thus my sentence to serve.

Ali gestured with her eyes for me to look right. I followed the gesture to Coach Bobby. "Don't you dare fight him," she said. "He challenged me," I said. "The bigger man steps away." "In the movies maybe. In places filled with pixie dust and Easter Bunnies and pretty fairies. But in real life, the man who steps away is considered a big-time wuss.

Death ripples, echoes.

We don't really care about others, except when convenient. Don't believe it?

He shook his head. "You remind me of my first wife." "Was she hot too?" "A hot mess.

even in the flusher years in a country that no longer exists.

who had easy answers, be they on the right or the left, were always wrong. The world is complex. It is never one-size-fits-all.

How's the couch work for you?" she said. "I don't care if we do it on a bed of nails at half court at Madison Square Garden." They

She hit me with a smile so wooden I could have knocked on it for luck.

DR. Harvey Riker replaced the receiver. He sighed heavily and put a hand through his long, unruly, gray-brown hair, a cross between Albert Einstein's and Art Garfunkel's. He looked every bit of his fifty years. His muscle had turned to flab from lack of exercise. His face was average to the point of tedium. Never much of a hunk to begin with, Harvey's looks had soured over the years like a two-dollar Chianti. He

We'll see how big a coup it is, Zuckerman said. Zoom is moving into golf in a very big way. Huge. Humongous. Gigantic. Enormous, Myron said. Mammoth, Win added. Colossal. Titanic. Bunyanesque. Win smiled. Brobdingnagian, he said. Oooo, Myron said. Good one. Zuckerman shook his head. You guy are funnier than The Three Stooges without Curly.

Linda Coldren suddenly swung her line of vision toward them, firing a glare past Myron before settling on her father. "I thought you were going to get Jack," she snapped.

There were two laminated class chairs in front of most of the doors. The chairs looked sturdy and practical and about as comfortable as a tweed thong.

Surroundings are irrelevant. Exteriors, you learn, are temporal and illusionary and thus meaningless.

Wow." "You've got quite the vocabulary." "Never use a big word when a small one will suffice." "I could make a crack here, but I won't.

It was obvious and a bit of cliché, but we don't really age in a straight line. We age in a circle, curving back to childhood, but in all the wrong ways.

On the one hand, this whole crazy day still felt like a no-harm-no-foul situation. She could leave here unscathed. On the other, she kept looking over her shoulder, as though she were being followed.

I was getting preferential treatment, they said, because my father was a cop. What else had been covered up? If I weren't a white man, I'd be behind bars already. This was racism, this was privilege, there was clearly

The office building held an eclectic mix. Gynecologist. Electrolysis. Subpoena delivery service. Nutritionist. Women-only health club. Not surprisingly Win was standing near the entrance to the women-only health club. Myron approached.

Bye now. I'll be sure to tell all my friends." Myron turned toward the table of mall girls. They all quickly looked down, like rats scurrying in the glare of a flashlight. He stepped toward them. Their eyes darted to and fro with what they must have thought were surreptitious glances. He heard a low cacophony of "ohmygod!ohmygod!ohmygod!he'scomingover!" Myron